The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-07-27
ONE OF DON cAMERoN's STEERS.
1t Captures Mount Joy, Pa, and
Arouses q Citizens Wrath.


that steer was raised on Don Cameron's
farm, he thinks the road amt good enough
for him. Who's got a gum" exclaimed an
excited and indignant citizen Of this village
the Other dav as a fat and glossy steer
sauuterrd Coollv and independently along
the sidewalk and edged the citizen of into
the street
The steer was one of number that Scna-
tor Don Camorons tenant farmer was
driving through the village to reach the
stock yards for shipment. The rest OF the
cattle walked in the middle of the street, but
this particular steer took to the Sidewalk
and resisted MI efforts to drive him off He
made no hostile manifestations toward any
OF the pedestrians he met, but simply edged
them of by turning neither to the right
nor to the lett as he went along. He stop
ped at two glass store fronts Oh his jaunt
and looked in at the goods dis
! played, and when he reached Brenneman'S
crockery store, which is down small fight
of stairs from the street he deliberately
walked down as if he intended to give the
! town a sight Of the provorbial bull in a
| china shop Before be nut his head in at the
open door, however. a clerk slammed it shut.
! The steer shook his head and came back up
! the stairs. The citizen who had grown in
| dignant over the alleged aristocratic bent of
! the steers mind was there and shouted:
/
| Where's n gun"
No one told him where there was a gun,
and the steer kept on down the sidewalk.
| The farmer shouted at him and tried his
best to induce him to come out in the road
! like his less inQuiSitivc companions, but the
steer refused to come. The connection in
| the street brought people to windows and
doors. The small boy collected and added
his shouts and a few stones and sticks to the
| efforts of the farmer
The steer in the mean time, keeping its
| temper and preserving n calm dcmeanOr,
toOka fancy to Frank Grams tailor shop.
| Unlike the Crockery store, the tailor shop is
reached by n flight of steps leading up
| from the street The steer deliberately
| mounted the steps, and in another moment
would have been in the shop, as the door
was open, but he was discovered by one of
| the girls at work near the door She gave
a scream that drowned the jublant yells of
the small boy in the street, and exclaimed:
'Oh! Mr.. Gram, soc the runaway COW
| coming in to hook us
The tailor was on the other side of the
shop. He cleared it at a single jump,
grabbed the door, and banged it TO. The
| steer had evidently heard himself called a
runaway COW, for he showed his first signs
OF resentment. When the door slammed in
his face he gave it two or three ugly thlusts
with his horns. as if he would go in anyhoW
and see about the matter. But he soon re
| gained his equanimity, and backed down
the steps while the miscellaneous gathering
of citizens, big and little, male and female,
that had collected at the bottom of the steps,
scattered in all directions. The indignant
citizen was there and shouted:
somebody get mo gun. I'll show Don
Cameron that though he mayrun this State
his cattle can't run this town.
Nobody got gun. The farmer had all
al 70, hoo, Fln g
hand, but he put in yell and blow every
now and then by way OF discourRging
the inquisitive and obstinate steer on the
sidewalk in his unsteerlike conduct. But
the steer was satisfied with the way things
were going, and held the sidewalk 1t was
warm day, and that, together with the ex-
element of his visit to Mount JOY, had
warmed him up The noise of the populace
had not yet disturbed any one at the resi-
ddnce of F. II. Staulfer, Esq, which was di
rectly IN the path of the steer The front
| door of tho StauifeT residence was Open and
near the street The interior looked nice
and cool, and the steer went right in. The
| GOODNESS of tue apartment suited him so we'll
| that he held the room against all Corners for
| upward OF quarter Of an hour In the
| meantime the indignant citizen relieved him
self by shouting from time to time:
Amt there a gun in this whole blame
| town! Are we to be run down in the
streets and be turned out of houses and
| shops by Don Cameron's cattle. Has a
| steer got all the rights there are, besides
| taking the ones that belong to us, Just be
| cause he happened to he raised on Don
| Cameron's farm! Who's got n guns Get
me one, somebody"
But still no one rushed for a gun. Bows
| with stubbed tres and stone bruises or their
| heels got thicker than ever Women with
babes ip their arms came from all directions
and said:
"Ain't it awful?"
One elderly gentleman, overcome with the
| excitement OF the occasion, started up street
on dead run yelling "Firem SMen in
wagons stopped in the street, and dogs of all
| kinds troopcd TO the scene and yclped and
barked The steer didn't seem to think that
| anything out of the usual run of things was
| going on, and roamed around in Citizen
Stauffer'S cool parlor like an honored guest.
AT last, having probably become sufficient
| ~ cool, and having exhausted all the sights,
| he walked leisurely out of the parlor ana TO
the street door. He stood there rsoment,
| looking up and down the street as if discuss
ing i'll his mind what he would do next, and
then came out on the sidewalk again Once
more the crowd scattered, and the indignant
citizen shouted:
| Now get me a gun. Now's my chance
TO pepper him and show people that there's
something in this country besides Don Cam
eron and his Steersn
Still, no ono sped away after firearms, and
the steer resumed his triumphant prone
made of the sidewalk grhe village was now
at bis heels, but he still kept his temper and
marched on. Messengers had been sent
ahead to warn the people of the nonchalant
aud persistent steers approach, ami all
doors were closed against him the rest of
the way along the street BY and by the
stock yards were reached. They seemed To
offer inducements and possibilities to his
liking, and he walked in calm and leisurey,
much TO the JOY of the farmer who had him
in charge, but TO the evident disappointment
Of the indignant citizen, who, as the gates
closed on the steer, shook his fist in that di
roction and shouted:
You ought TO be dragged in by q rope
and tackle and with handful of bullets in
you! I'll buy me gun tomorrow, and
after this we'll see who runs this town. the
people or Don Camcron's steersm